Date: Sun, 12 Sep 1999 20:19:35 GMT
From: Mark Hernandez
Subject: MARK AND JARED-5
I spent the rest of the summer working my ass off on the ranch. The hard
work seemed to make the time go by faster. More often than not, I would be
working alone, far away from the house. I wore a pair of gloves and a pair
of work boots, and nothing else. I wanted to have a deep, all-over tan for
the next time I could be with Jared. I also maintained a rigorous workout
every evening. My body was really coming into shape.
I talked to Jared on the phone almost every day. We made a commitment to
each other that we would be together by the end of the first semester,
living together on a permanent basis. That would mean his breaking up with
Marissa, and one or both of us transferring to another school. It would
also involve some sort of explanation to our parents. We had a long road
ahead.
At the end of the summer, I moved back to Albuquerque to begin my second
year of college. I had a small, one-bedroom efficiency-type apartment near
campus. I settled into a routine that included classes, studying, and work.
I had very little interest in any social activities. All I wanted to do
was get the semester over with so that I could be with the man I loved.
One day as I was doing laundry in the laundry room of my apartment complex,
I saw I guy that I recognized from high school. He didn't attend my school,
but he had been such an outstanding basketball star that he was often
featured in local papers. I had seen him play a few times. We had
graduated the same year.
"Hey, aren't you Chris Sanchez?" I asked.
"Sure am," he answered with a pleased smile.
I introduced myself and told him how much I had enjoyed seeing him play
basketball in high school. I wondered what he was doing here because I had
heard that he had gotten a scholarship to play at some school in Texas.
"Things just didn't work out," he explained without giving much explanation
at all. "I decided to come back to be closer to home."
I sensed that he didn't want to discuss it further, so I changed the
subject. We talked a lot about school. He was taking a class that I had
finished the previous semester. I offered to help him out with it. From
those humble beginnings, Chris and I became really good friends. He seemed
lonely to me, and I guess I was lonely, too. It was nice just to have
someone to go places with, like grabbing a quick dinner or going to a movie.
Doing things like that alone gets old really quickly.
Chris was a really good-looking guy, and I was surprised that he didn't have
a girlfriend. He was about six feet tall, and had a muscular build. He
worked really hard to stay in shape. He was, of course, Hispanic, with
shiny black hair, dark eyes, and a friendly, pleasant smile. For some
reason, he seemed to be as much a loner as I was. I soon realized that I
was his only friend.
Our relationship took a turn in a new direction late one afternoon when we
had planned to go to a movie. Chris was supposed to come over to my place
(he lived in another building, and up one level) at 5:30. We were going to
a six o'clock showing, so we didn't have much time to spare. He was late,
so I went over to his building to find him. I pounded on the door, and then
let myself in.
Chris was flat on his bed, lying on his stomach. He was shirtless, wearing
only a pair of Umbros.
"Hey, dumb ass. Let's go!" I shouted. "We're going to be late."
"Mark," he whined, "I feel like shit. I think I pulled something playing
tennis today."
Chris had to be the worst tennis player on the planet. He was taking
lessons, and I went to watch a couple of times. He was really pathetic. I
often wondered how someone who was so incredibly athletic on the basketball
court could suck so badly at tennis. It was no surprise to me that he had
hurt himself.
"Come on, you big chicken shit crybaby," I said. "It'll work itself out if
you'll just get up and walk."
"Bull shit!" he replied. "It hurts like hell, and I'm not going anywhere.
Go by yourself."
"All right, all right," I answered. "Tell me where to rub, and I'll see if
I can help you out a little."
I sat down on the bed, and started rubbing and kneading his shoulders. He
gave instructions guiding me to the places that needed the most help.
"Higher, lower, to the right, to the left, harder, softer," and on and on
and on.
After what seemed to me like a long time, I stopped rubbing.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked. "You can't stop now.
I haven't been this relaxed in years."
So I went back to work. The more I rubbed and massaged, the more sensual I
became. I started feeling a familiar stir below the belt. I ignored it,
trying to concentrate on loosening Chris' muscles. I moved further and
further down his back until I reached the waistband of his shorts. I
lingered there for a while, occasionally venturing under the waistband for a
second or two. Finally, I pulled the shorts down ever so slightly to reveal
a thin line of white skin, and the very tip of his crack. He didn't
protest, so I continued. I moved down to his bare feet, and expertly
massaged every inch of them. I gave careful attention to each toe. He
sighed in complete satisfaction.
I moved up to his calves, next, kneading out the knots of soreness there.
Then I took on his thighs. I started out massaging, and then simply
caressed them. I gently moved up and down his inner thighs, conveying as
much sexuality as possible. I reached my fingers up under the hem of the
shorts, touching his ass and crotch. I slid back up to the waistband, and
pulled it a little further down. I went to work on the exposed skin. He
seemed to be completely at ease with my actions.
"Let's take these off," I suggested.
He pushed himself up high enough to slide the shorts down to his knees. I
took them from there, and pulled them over his feet, tossing them on the
floor. I then took his naked white ass in both hands, and worked it over,
using all ten fingers. He opened his legs to accommodate me. That was all
the invitation I needed. I leaned down and crammed my tongue into his
asshole. He grunted and gasped with pleasure as I moved in as far as my
tongue would reach.
"Turn over," I ordered, after a few minutes.
He quickly complied, sporting a rod that stood at attention, slapping flat
against his belly. I took his cock in my mouth. I moved quickly down, and
soon had Chris screaming for more. He held the back of my head as he fucked
my mouth. He thrust his hips upward time and time again, as he held my head
down against his belly. I could tell that he had been needing this. He
went after it like a hungry man would take to food. He came with a violent
shudder, releasing a deep groan and a sigh of satisfaction. I swallowed up
all the juice, and licked his dick completely clean. He lay perfectly
still, resting in silence.
He finally looked up, meeting my eyes with his. "That was the best," he
whispered in a hoarse voice. "You're great, unbelievable! I've never felt
anything like that."
I smiled at the compliment. "Thanks," I said. "Maybe we can do it again
sometime."
I left him there lying spread-eagle in the nude. I went home and jerked off
to satisfy myself. I figured we would have plenty of opportunities to teach
him how to give expert blowjobs. Not to mention ass fucking.
We fell into something of a routine. We had sex often, just about every
day. We bathed together, slept together, sucked, fucked, screwed, kissed,
and licked ourselves into a frenzy every time we got together. But my
feelings for Chris were not the same as my feelings for Jared. I loved
Chris as a friend or a brother, and I loved having great sex with him. But
my heart still belonged to Jared. Chris helped me get through a difficult
time, and I helped him to discover himself. But Jared was the person with
whom I planned on spending the rest of my life.
One day in late October, Jared called me with some incredible news. He had
broken up with Marissa and had told her the truth about our relationship.
My heart stopped the moment he told me about it. I was afraid to even ask
how she reacted to the fact that her brother and her boyfriend were lovers.
He said that she had cried a lot, but Jared is a very good, kind person, and
he helped her to get through it. She seemed to be OK with it, he said, but
I would have to hear it from her to be sure.
He had also told his parents that he was gay. His dad had been a jock
football player in college, and really wanted his son to be just like him.
The news of his son's homosexuality was a devastating blow. He didn't know
how to deal with it.
"Get your pathetic faggot ass out of my house," had been his response.
"Don't ever think about coming back here."
Jared's mom had been more sympathetic, but seemed powerless. She allowed
the father to make most decisions, and went along with this one, unwillingly
or not.
Jared needed to be with me. He got plane reservations, and told me when to
pick him up at the airport. He would be in Albuquerque in three days.
Meanwhile, I called Marissa. This was one of the most difficult phone calls
of my life. But once we got started, the conversation flowed and flowed. I
poured out my heart to her, telling her how much I had struggled with my
sexuality, trying to change it, but finally accepting it. She cried with
me, and encouraged me, telling me how much she loved me. "You're my
brother," she said, "and I'll always love you no matter what happens. And
now I guess I have a new brother. Jared means a lot to me, and I only want
him to be happy. I know how much he means to you, and I'm glad that you two
will be together."
I was so relieved when I hung up the phone that I sat and cried. This was
the day I had been longing for.
I was supposed to pick Jared up at the airport early on a Saturday morning.
Chris came over on that Friday night. He was a little drunk, and wanted to
sleep over. I took him to bed and sucked him dry. He fell asleep with a
contented smile on his face.
I woke him up early the next morning. "Chris, get up!" I shouted in his
ear. "Get your ass out of my bed. I've got to go to the airport to get
Jared." I pulled him into a sitting position, and made sure his eyes were
open. He was heading toward the bathroom when I left. "Be sure and lock
the door when you leave," I said as I went out the front door.
I got to the airport early, and sat with sweaty palms and a palpitating
heart waiting to see his face. The minute I saw him, I broke into a wide
smile. He had the same smile on his face. We embraced, clinging to each
other as much as we dared in public. I couldn't wait to get him home and
into bed. We got his luggage and drove off toward my apartment. We talked
non-stop in the car. I told him about my conversation with Marissa, and we
started making our plans for the future.
We parked the car, and hurried up to the apartment. The front door was
unlocked. "That asshole!" I thought to myself as I pushed open the door.
Just inside the door, I dropped his bags and pulled his face to mine. We
locked in a full embrace and explored each other's mouths with deep, long
kisses. I groped his ass, grinding his crotch into mine, with lust that had
to be satisfied. I wanted him more than anything in the world. I pulled
off his shirt and began sucking and biting his perfect, brown nipples. He
moaned, rolling his head back. We shucked off our shoes and socks, and I
led him toward the bedroom. The fulfillment of months of desire was moments
away.
I opened the door, and looked toward the bed. I stopped in shock, struck
silent by what I saw. Chris was lying in my bed, stark naked, and sound
asleep. I couldn't find words to say to Jared.
He looked at me with eyes full of questions and disappointment.
"It's not what you think," I said. "He's just a friend."
"I guess I don't understand," he replied. "I thought we were going to be
committed to each other, and no one else. Do you love this guy?"
I thought for a moment. "Yes, I do," I answered. "He's a great friend.
But, he's not my lover. You are. Chris means a lot to me. He's like a
brother to me, but you're the one I want to be with forever. I hope you can
understand."
Jared seemed a little more relaxed about the situation. I started to ask
him whether he had slept with any guys in California while we were apart,
but I figured that it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.
I went over to wake Chris, but Jared stopped me. "Just let him sleep," he
said. "It's not a big deal."
"So do you want to make out on the couch?" I asked.
"Hell no," he answered. "He's clear over on one side. Let's just make
ourselves at home in your bed."
So we peeled out of our clothes, and crawled into bed. We started out in a
sixty-nine position, sucking each other off. It was really weird having sex
with Jared while Chris was inches away, sleeping soundly. Jared and I were
lying on our sides. My head was toward the headboard, while Jared's was
toward the foot of the bed. Jared was lying between Chris and me.
Suddenly, Chris woke up. I was busy sucking, so I didn't pay much
attention. I think he was getting off just watching us.
After a while, Chris couldn't stand being left out any longer. He moved his
mouth down to Jared's ass, and jabbed his tongue into Jared's hole. I heard
Jared moan with pleasure. Chris tongue-fucked his ass while I slurped and
jostled and caressed his wonderful cock. I knew he wouldn't last long with
all that going on. His panting and grunting reached a desperate level as he
fired his load down my throat. I had forgotten how great it is to taste
Jared's cum. The joy of it all brought me to my orgasm shortly thereafter,
and I pumped it all into his eager mouth. We both held our shrinking dicks
in our mouths until every shred of sexual energy had subsided.
Jared sat up, and moved back around so that all three of us were facing the
same way. "Jared, meet Chris," I said. They smiled and shook hands.
"I've heard a lot about you," Chris offered.
"Wish I could say the same," said Jared, in a sarcastic tone. "Really
guys," he continued, "it's not a big deal. Mark's my man for always, and
I'm not the type to mistrust. Besides, Chris, you're a great looking guy."
Chris smiled, a little embarrassed.
"Hey Mark, how about finishing things off with old Chris here?" Jared asked.
Chris' cock was as rigid as ever. So Jared and I each took a side and began
licking up his pole together. Jared licked one side, and I licked the
other. Then Jared took care of Chris' balls while I sucked on his dick
head. I really think Chris was in ecstasy. He moaned like I had never
heard him moan. Jared and I took turns swallowing the entire shaft, slowly
pulling all the way up each time. We tried to outdo each other, striving
for deeper moans from Chris each time.
His face contorted into an almost painful look as he dumped his load into
Jared's mouth. Jared sucked it up and then pulled off allowing me to lick
up the semen that trickled down the sides of his stiff rod. We continued to
lick every inch of his crotch, finally leaving him warm, wet, and satisfied.
The three of us stayed in bed together all day long. This was more than I
had ever dreamed possible. I knew that the best was yet to come.